Life,it moves us alongat record speed. I try to dangledelicately,occasionally lettingmy feet scrapeagainst the ground. And as I swing undermy beloved canopy,I notice the poor old oakhas seen better days. Brittle bark scatterslike tarnished snowflakes,and the bough dipsagainst the weightof my sways. But do I stop? No, I continue onin careless destruction,marring my protectorall while […]Life, will I ever?